Quotes from J.R. Ward

Wrath what do you say Fuck' came the reply Appropriate word choice, my lord, but not really an answer.

Then again, the urge to commit matricide was stressful as shit-when you couldn't act on it.

Yanking his inner manwhore back to the land of polite conversating, he forced his hands to stop

Butch was quiet for a time. Then he said, I think that's why I like Jane. huh? When you look at her? You actually see her, and when's the last time that's happened for you? V geared himself up, then stared hard into Butch's eyes. I saw you. even though it was wrong. I saw you. Shit, he sounded sad. Sad and...lonely. Which made him want to change the subject.

No offense-but until I see it, I'm not going to believe it. And that is why you will fail. Adrian cursed and hit the door. Great, you've got him channeling Yoda again. Can we get moving before he levitates my fucking bike?

His blush was the color of Valentine's Day and she had to tell her heart to calm the fuck down as it started to beat fast.

She'd ended up passing out, and sometime later, John must have gotten up to use the loo and left the light on. Probably to make sure she didn't feel lost if she woke up. Because that's the kind of male he was.

It was a universal truth among males that anytime you saw a guy get it in the nuts, you experienced a shot of phantom pain in your own croquet set.

Do you think I haven't noticed? You can't wait to be free of me. I drink and then you bolt up, as if you've had to force yourself to endure my presence. She'd started to sob then. I've always tried to be clean when I come to you. I spend hours in the tub, washing myself. But I cannot find the dirt that you see. -Marissa to Wrath

See, this was his kind of decorating. An active mind don't need distractions in its physical environment. It needed a collection of outstanding books and a good lamp. Maybe some cheese and crackers

She is . . . the moon in my night sky. And that is the beginning, middle, and end of it. There is no more to be told than that, and never shall I speak of her again.

The hardest thing is being with other people - it's like they're on a different wavelenght, but only you know it. They talk about their lives and what's wrong with them, and you kind of, like, just let them go. It's a whole different language, and you've got to remember that you can only respond in their mother tongue. It's really hard to relate.

Tohr shrugged. "Assuming he's kept the same ones on, they're a total of five. Three cousins. That porn star Zypher—" Rhage harrumphed at that. Clearly, even though he was now very happily mated, he felt like the race had one, and only one, sex legend—and it was him.

Man, life was complicated. But the truth was simple. He was her home. He was where she belonged.

This place is just too frickin precious, the cop said, eyeing a guy dressed in a hot pink leisure suit with makeup to match. Give me rednecks and home-grown beer any day of the week over this X-culture bullshit.

Qhuinn looking a Blay] A tear escaped from that eye . Welling up along the lower lid, it coalesced at the far corner, formed a crystal circle, and grew so fat it couldn't hold on to the lashes. Slipping free, it meandered downward, getting lost in dark hair at the temple.

So what'd you do to the lesser?" a male voice said. "I lit his cigarette with a sawed-off," another one answered. "He didn't come down for breakfast, you feel me?

Man, that did his ego good. Matter of fact, she hit him with anything like that again, he was going to feel like he could bench-press a city bus. With a jet plane on its roof.

Rule number four for me as a writer? Plotlines are like sharks: They either keep moving or they die. ~J.R. Ward

The pair of them were staring at the computer screen like two dogs watching animal planet: very focused, but incapable of turning up the volume or changing the channel. -Manny and Butch

When were you going to tell me? He demanded. Tell you what? That you can be a real asshole? How about right now.

I always root for the monster.

And I'll wash your other clothes. Shall I also order you a new set of leathers? Don't- Wrath shut his mouth. Sure. That'd be great. And, ah, could you get me some boxers? Black? XXL?

I thought symphaths didn't have a conscience. I'm half my mother's boy, too. So I have a little. Aren't you lucky. The Reverend's chin dipped down, and his eyes flashed pure, purple evil for a split second. Then he smiled. No… all the rest of you are fortunate.